It is important to document my thoughts. My memories have an even more important place. It’s important to remember.
We drove over the roads
Winding through small towns
Named long ago but unknown
To me, conjuring recollections
But still unfamiliar. We drove
Through towns, Amy and I,
Where I had been years ago,
Familiar to her in their autumn
Splendor. These had been the
Byways I drove years ago, we
Drove, my mother and I, our
Girls' trips, years ago, those
Last six months. We drove
Through trees emerging in the
Springtime, a farewell tour.
Today, I remember, I celebrate
It will not be for the last time.
We'll drive here again, Amy
And I, and remember.
Tamara, really 